Catfight Explained

"Three and two and...go!"

"And welcome back to Bimbomania! It's time for the opening event...the Catfight! And what's a catfight without women in bikinis?"

We were standing in a makeshift-wrestling ring, each in our own corner. The ring was slightly smaller than regulation and the ropes were bright neon pink, while the floor was neon green. Biff was standing in the center of the ring speaking into a hanging block microphone, much like an old-school MC for a wrestling match.

"Alright, ladies, the rules are simple. The idea is to be the last girl in the ring wearing anything. For that to happen, you must strip the bikinis off your opponents. However, we want a clean fight! That means no claws. You may not slap, scratch or kick your opponents in any way or you will automatically lose the event. However, any type of hold or bodily contact is allowed...and even encouraged. Rowr!" Biff waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

I looked across the ring at each of my opponents. Chrissie was directly across from me, and she would likely make a beeline for me. I'd have to strip her quickly, then move on to Laura. Laura was taller than Tonya and more likely to give me a problem.

Biff stepped back against the ropes, out of the way. "Alright, ladies," he said, "Get ready...set...and..." He rang the ringside bell. "...go!"